My Jesse

Chapter 4

The final bell rang.

The first day of senior year was over.

Luckily I had survived with no homework expect I had to give 10 thousand syllabuses to my mom and dad to sign.

As I walked down the hall I took out my phone to call Aspen. She answered immediately.

"You ready to go home and make some football posters!!??" She screamed. "Totally. Meet me at my car, we'll go to my place. Love ya." I said.

The very first football game for the Horizon Huskies would be next Friday and we had to start preparing. That meant cute posters, refining cheers, teaching the newbies how to create the perfect poof, and cheerleader grams.

So you've probably never heard of this before because it isn't and shouldn't be a thing. But since our principal, Mr. Finn, is a 28 year old skeez he came up with this fabulous idea.

Basically a cheerleader gram is like a candy gram, you write down on a piece of paper "to: steve from: vanessa" and someone on the student body delivers it to them in class.

Except cheerleader grams are when you write down who you want to send a cheerleader to and what message they need to cheer to that person.

Than at the end you go "Go Huskies! Come to this Friday's game!" And run out of the room as fast as you can.

If you haven't picked up on what this was already, it's pretty much guys sending cheerleaders to lap dance other guys.

For fun.

In class.

In front of everyone.

The whole squad pretty much hates our principal for coming up with it.

Besides that hot mess, being a cheerleader was exciting. I love cheering and showing off. Plus our outfits were super cute and we ran the whole school.

As I walked to my car, I saw Jesse and Mr White talking near the vending machine.

I tried not to look like I was staring, so I went behind the wall and looked. Jesse looked really mad and Mr White looked incredibly annoyed. I heard a few "buts" and "c'mon" and "it's no big deal" from Jesse.

What was going on?

Sure Jesse was goofing off in class already, but it wasn't that bad to have to talk to him after class.

Mr White finally left and Jesse walked towards me. What the hell.

He saw me. Shit. He grabbed my arm and led me to the art class room.

He put his hand over my mouth and pushed me against the wall. What the hell was he doing to me??

"Don't scream, Dyl, don't say anything. I'm gonna take my hand away and you're gonna tell me what the hell you heard, okay honey?"

I nodded yes and he took his hand away

"I just saw you two fighting I couldn't hear anything Jesse! What he heck! Why are you handling me like I'm garbage?" I asked him.

"I can't tell you. Just know that if you heard what we were talking about, you wouldn't ever talk to me again." He pulled out a cigarette and scratched the bag of his neck.

"Jesse, you have to tell me. You can trust me. Does it have to do with your parents kicking you out?" I rubbed his shoulder.

He swatted at it. "I don't have to tell you shit, sweetheart. You don't know me." He did that thing where he was angry but also smirked at the same time. It was hot as hell, but why was he mad at me for caring?